Chapter 695: The Battle for Wuchang River Assault
轉碼失敗！請您使用右上換源切換源站閱讀或者直接前往源網站進行閱讀！Poisoning and warfare have existed since ancient times.
The verification by Bian Que and Lu Cheng, it is a highly potent poison with special effects on the soul.
Extremely malicious plan.
The failure of the First Leviathan plan in the Holy Nation was due to the uncontrolled torment of souls, but that was both its success and its downfall.
It must be said, the Death King was an extraordinary genius. He continued to research from the failures of the Saint Beast Tamer and found a cure against the soul-devouring and bone-corroding poison of spiritual bodies.
However, this time Lu Cheng believed that Bian Que was probably wrong about the dead spirit king's war ambitions.
"Grandpa, I'm afraid you're mistaken. I'm certain this isn't a plot against the Chen family fleet," Lu Cheng stood up. "Perhaps it's just an accident caused by a toxic gas leak in the upper reaches of the River Styx."
"Huh"
"It's very straightforward, a duel of wills," Lu Cheng followed the river's flow upstream. "To launch an attack like this, he has to sacrifice his 'River Styx' on the field, and they lose their own water source as well. Moreover, it's too obvious. I don't think the Death King and the Holy Master are the kind of people who gamble."
Card games are all about reading your opponent and countering their moves. While Lu Cheng held his own against the Death King and the Saint, frankly speaking, in a clash of this magnitude, relying on little tricks to achieve a decisive victory is nothing short of delusional.
Perhaps they are getting desperate because they haven't made any progress after fighting for so long
"How is that possible" Lu Cheng shook his head. "Currently, two Leviathan-class titans from the Sanctuary are severely wounded, one sunk, but they still have three intact old men. You know what that means"
I don't know.
"In short, it's about having the cards in hand and staying calm. "Lu Cheng said, "If the Changcheng Sword Gate is broken, the three-headed Leviathan attacks the infield, I can't stop it. Moreover, the other two are injured, not gone. The opponent wouldn't panic, they would take every step methodically. We haven't gained any significant advantage."
"So, you think that the King of Undead wouldn't offer up [River Styx] in this situation It would harm his enemies by 800 and himself by 1000" Bian Que asked.
“No, no, no. He would definitely sacrifice the River of Souls, but I’m sure their ambition isn't just on the Chen family. He has much grander war ambitions.”
What ambition
"Let's deal with the immediate poison first. Coincidentally, Jianmu is about to shed its branches. Their true intentions will be revealed when the Dragon Knights measure them."
The Battle of City of Misfortune and the Attack on the River Forgetfulness.
"Hold on tight, folks, the Underworld is at war. Things are rough here at the River of Lethe. Might be a bit bumpy." A boatman with a straw hat steered his vessel downriver.
"Boatman, please wait. The wind is calm and the waves are still this week, eerily so. Where's the grand battle" a young scholar-like man questioned in bewilderment.
The environment was indeed as he described, the sky overcast, the river running like blood, and an eerie silence all around.
"Hehehe." The boatman only smiled sinisterly.
All aboard this vessel are the newly deceased, or perhaps those with earthly eyes, unaware of their surroundings.
"Boatman"
"What would you like to see" the boatman asked.
"Experience is what it is, anyway, once you cross the bridge of no return, you forget everything." The scholar said.
"As the saying goes, 'respect for the dead is paramount,' and your request will be fulfilled!"
The boatman's words had just fallen.
The world before the scholar's eyes changed dramatically!
The stream before me seemed to stretch and widen, its surface becoming a vast expanse of water.
A battleship hundreds of meters long was stretching across the river surface, and the ferry where I was standing was less than a meter away from its hull.
"Oh, we're going to crash,"
A chilling and eerie sensation, two ships, large and small, pierced through.
The scholar felt that the world around him seemed to have slowed down.
He saw it.
The military flag fluttered on the battleship's deck.
"Chen"
A hideous, small monster has boarded the warship and is fighting a fierce battle with a group of equally ferocious sailors.
And a monstrous creature with twin wings, dozens of meters tall, was clambering up the side of the warship. The curved double blades in its hands seemed poised to tear the ship apart.
The scholar was utterly astonished.
The oppressive and hopeless feeling brought by the monster nearly made him suffocate. He collapsed to the ground.
"My god!" The fear of death had never gripped him so tightly. If he wasn't dead, I'm afraid the next door would have burst open.
"Out of the way!"
Before the scholar could react, a vicious-looking sailor barged past him, stabbing something with his hooked naval blade.
Suddenly turned his head
He saw the sailor ripping the soul from a small enemy, tossing it aside like a sack of rags. Then, he ground the enemy's bones and blood into a ball and forced it into the warship's massive cannon barrel.
"Apply medicine!"
Come get your medicine!
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